This is a story about how my most embarrassing moment turned into the best luck I ever had. Her name was Lexi — or as I secretly referred to her in my inner-most thoughts, Sexy Lexi. And she was sexy in the best possible way: a shy, modest dresser who didn’t need anything more than a pair of blue … Continue reading Sexy Lexi
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I can’t even begin to describe what it’s been like around our farm since I last posted. I’d almost forgotten I had a blog! Well, not really. It was in the back of my mind, especially on the few nights that I had received discipline from DH. I know this isn’t very submissive of me as a wife, but during those moments I was writing posts in my head as a distraction. How will I relay this story? Will readers think he is being mean and unfair, or will they understand? Am I the only one who distracts herself? Or attempts to do so?
After having read other HoH and domestic discipline blogs, I feel that perhaps there will be understanding. No, I am certain of it. I believe the women will relate to me and the dear husbands will see my husband’s view.
This is just another side blogging…
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There was a knock at the door and Joshua’s blood pressure rose immediately. He looked over the room for the third time since he had finished getting it ready. Everything was perfect. He took a deep breath. The knocking sounded again, this time louder. He scurried for the doorknob. “Hi! Come right in!” he said … Continue reading Spanking and Submission
The punishments at my house were given in 4 varieties: 3, 6, 12, or 24 strokes with Daddy’s thick leather belt, always on the bare butt, always given very hard, always in the same position: bent over, hands at your ankles, legs straight. Breaking position or being uncooperative once was forgiven with a warning. Twice … Continue reading The House Rules
“Oh no, it didn’t go through,” she said, looking down at the register. It took me a second to respond. In trying not to get lost in my favorite pair of blue eyes, I had become distracted by the barista behind her, and her luscious, denim-covered derrière. “Oh ok,” I said. “Should I pull out?” … Continue reading Blonde Roast: A bad barista is punished and pleasured
A first person account by Katie K. The one thing I’ll never forget about living in the Larsons’ house was the wooden paddle that hung on a nail in the downstairs hallway. It was about a foot long, an inch thick, light brown, and oval-shaped with a small handle on top. It was well-made but … Continue reading Coming Home
Rebecca had been lying on her bed in the dark for what seemed like a good 10 minutes before she heard Mark's footsteps on the stairs. She had shut off her laptop, and lit two candles on her nightstand. Beside them was a long strip of leather that she had pulled from her journal, a … Continue reading Rebecca’s Revenge, Part 4
It was nearly midnight when Rebecca, seated on her bed with her laptop, heard a soft knock on her door. “Come in!” she said. The door creaked open, and Mark peeked his head in. The light from the hallway lit the otherwise dark room. “Hey, can we talk?” he whispered. “Sure,” said Rebecca with a … Continue reading Rebecca’s Revenge, Part 3
Hello my wonderful readers! Thank you so much for stopping by! I have now begun a new site on medium.com under the name Tender Moon Stories. Currently these two sites are almost identical, but gradually I am starting to move more content onto medium.com. I will keep this site here, but there will some benefits … Continue reading New Blog Started!
Rebecca sat on Mark's bed and waited for him to come home from soccer practice. On Tuesday nights her mom had bible study at her friend's house, and her dad was away on a work trip for the week. The opportunity couldn't have come at a better time. She licked her lips, and smiled deviously … Continue reading Rebecca’s Revenge, Part 2